Planks Poems - Poems about Planks

...Households unhitch, clapperboard hulls creaking - the sound of storm-lashed rigging, as washing lines and telephone wires twist netting loosening foundations. Where we once believed roots gripp......

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...A tiny footstep, awakens my wooden planks Who goes there? My inner journeying voice asks......

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... Against the side fence, four long planks of wood ascended like steps supported on pillars of old red bricks serving as a stand for my Grandmother's collection of potted plants. Cuttings......

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...Run! The city is going up in flame; run! The whole world is getting insane; run! it is not a game; grab your bag and run, leave that place and come, meet me at the foot of the hill and guard your fa......

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...I followed the beams beneath the cloud dotted expanse Dissolving into the earth like the glittering of morning sun Just beyond the weathered cedar planks, notes of crisp juniper invigorate my sens......

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... God, the Father, had a plan all along, from creation to the virgin birth. Jesus, the Son, agreed to right the wrong that Adam and Eve started on earth. Human Jesus came down to bridge the g......

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... I was … awake … in the crow’s nest but doing all I could to not nod off we had been through storms that day and all the previous night (such was the North Bering) so not a soul had slept ......

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...Bears and dogs and brain worms, oh my. Made me want to vote for this guy! DeSantis was always my go-to, first choice Social conservatives’ only real voice. But then Iowa had their damned little......

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...TIS thine bottled tat's tasked whence be thine edge Be naught in wallows dew supine vogue cast Youth triumphed hour as a young promised fledge Barkeeper, be thoust days numbered--till asked All s......

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...A ribbon of crimson, across the creek it lies, A red-covered bridge, beneath a pale blue skies. The weathered wood, a story it does tell, Of whispered secrets, and the magic of a spell. A path ......

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... It was only 120 miles from our motel in New Hampshire to our Air B & B in Bangor’s front door which means today we had a lot of time for new adventures to explore. So we took a little detour in......

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... Life is a balancing game. At times through dilapidated bridge, With shattered rails and planks, We have to daringly pass, To reach our desired destination. ......

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...The bell rings out loudly, signals the start, must earn my keep through the pugilist’s art, my foe is a tall one, beats me in reach, to get in close my trainer sought to teach, where those long a......

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...As I sit wandering about the south side of Chicago captured effortlessly by the tall dandelions watching the lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails we often lit them just before the sun se......

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...This world wasn’t cut for me But I live here for awhile With a mind of a withered tree A tree with indefinite smile Come to my shadow, when it’s too hot I offer a shelter from sun and rain See......

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